Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.